5

Before I decide to leave, there is one person I wanted to see. Gob. I know he would be happy to see me. As I will be. Plus I could use a drink. I climb up the steep railings to get to the Saloon. When I enter and see Gob's face when he raised it from being low, I couldn't help but smile. Walking to the barstool, I sit and keep eye contact with him. I hear Galaxy News Radio from a nearby radio.
"Hi, Gob." I say. Though the shredded skin I see a smile spread on his face.
"How you've been, smoothskin?" he asks. My smile widens.
"I've been great. I found my dad and we have been working together." I say. He nods although he already knew,
"I know." He says. I look at him with my head slanted in a questioning expression. "Three Dog." He says. I nod and remember the radio broadcast.
"I also heard you fixed the connection with the signal of the radio station, good work, smoothskin. I have to thank you for that." He says. I nod.
"I was happy to do it. I like what he does and the music is good." I say. He nods.
"How about a drink?" he offers. I nod thinking about what beverage I would like to consume. Then Moriarty walks in the room. Gob gets nervous and occasionally looks over his shoulder at Moriarty. I hate how this has to happen. I contemplate weather or not to put a bullet through Moriarty's head. I clench my jaw and look down at my hands.
When Moriarty notices Gob's anxiousness. He marches over to Gob. He hits him behind the head.
"Something you want to say Zombie?" he asks. I snap my gaze up at him.
"No." Gob mumbles. Moriarty closes in closer. My fist tightens into balls until my knuckles are white. Before Moriarty says anything I take the pleasure of defending Gob.
"There's something I would like to say." I snap. Moriarty snaps his head to my way. I keep a steady glare at him.
"Oh is it the little girl! Hear you found your daddy. Can't say that I am not surprised." He says.
"You are so lucky you are still alive, Moriarty. I should shoot you where you stand." I say. He laughs at me as if my threat wasn't real.
"We have been over this before, lass. Don't do anything you can't clean up." He says.
"I think the town would forgive me if I did. Considering what I did for the town." I retort. He looks at me intrigued.
"What do you mean?" he asks.
"I disarmed the bomb. I practically saved everyone's life from the ticking time bomb." I say. Gob smiles. I feel like he is unbelievably proud of me.
"Well what's stopping ya? Got your mind set." He says leading me on. I give a smirk and lean in closer.
"I am going to make you suffer first." I threat. He looks at Gob with utter disgust as if this was his fault. That angers me. It pushes me off the edge.
Basically I climb over the counter and shove him against the wall with my elbow in his throat. He chokes.
"Don't fucking think about it! If you even look in his direction I swear you won't have hands to hit, jackoff, hold, or punch after I'm done with you." I threat. He chuckles.
"What is the rotting corpse your main squeeze?" he laughs. I slam his body against the wall and punch him in the face. He falls to the ground looking up dazed. The bar is silent. I feel my knuckles split. Blood spills from above his brow and his eye starts to swell. Man I must of hit him hard.
I notice the pain in my hand after I stop looking at Moriarty. I shake my hand.
"Wow, smoothskin. You can give a hit." Gob says. Then he whispers, "Nice job." I smile. Gob looks down at Moriarty with fascination.
When Moriarty comes out of his daze he looks up at me and has a monstrous glare. He stands up. A woman, who I think is the saloon's whore, tries to help him up. Moriarty aggressively pushes her away. He grumbles.
"What the hell you all looking at? Talk! Go about your business!" he says angrily before hiding in his room. Everyone starts to talk quiet, but it grows as time passes. I sit at the bar. Gob hasn't stopped smiling.
"You really disarmed the bomb?" Gob asks opening a bottle of vodka for me. I didn't even ask for vodka, but strangely that's what I wanted.
"Yep." I say before taking a drink. He smiles bigger than ever before.
"Amazing. We need someone like you in the wasteland. A hero like you." He says. I look up at him. A hero? How could I be a hero? It's not the question on how but would I be the hero.

To get to the Scrapyard, it takes more than endurance. The heat is unbearable. But it is not impossible to get through it. I travel lightly through the Scrapyard, but not long after I arrive, I hear barking. The barking does not cease.
"Fucking dog, I'm going to cut you up." I hear an insane voice say. I bring out my assault rifle. I hear whining. I run to the sound. Broken cars and train cars cover seeing anything of this fight. Soon I see movement through a window of a car. I see a dog fighting a raider. The dog looked like a red husky; the red fur was almost as vibrant as Moria Brown's. I climb up the tower of cars until I reach the top. I aim at the raider. He is about to hit the dog. I shoot and his head is blown off.
Blood splats ever where. It's about a second after his head is blown off his headless body falls to the ground. The dog looks at the body with his head to the side questioning what the hell just happened. Then he looks up at me. He barks. I smile while I jump down.
"Hi there, boy." I say. I held out my hand, hoping he smells or senses no threat from me. He sniffs my hand. Licking his nose, he snorts. He sits. I pat his head. His fur is so soft. It is kind of weird that he has such smooth fur in a dirty wasteland like this. He either takes good care of himself or his owner does. Kneeling next to him I scratch his neck. I feel a collar.
"Whatcha name, boy?" I ask. I look for a pendent and I feel the cool circular metal. I bring the old metal plate to the light. I smile at the name.
"Dogmeat." I read. I look at the dog. His eyes are different colors. His right one is a warm hue of amber, just like the wasteland's dirt. His left eye is a shade of teal that remind me of the icy blue from a book I saw about the battle in Anchorage.
"I am Daenerys. Where is your owner?" I ask. Dogmeat whines. I bite my lip and give him a sad look. Petting him, I scratch behind his ears.
"It's okay. I lost someone too. But I found him. So I guess it's not like your story." I say. The dog whines again. I sit there with him. I give him some squirrel on a stick.
"Do you know where I can find some scrap metal?" I ask Dogmeat. Dogmeat barks happily and trots away. I follow closely. He leads me to an old shack that is in the entrance. The door is locked and I sigh. I bust open the door.
When I enter the shack the smell is sickening, like a door has not been opened for a long time. I cover my nose with the back of my hand. I look around and see some scrap electronics and scrap metal on the shelves. I collect as much as my pack could carry.
I take a deep breath and tighten the straps on my back. I catch a glimpse of Dogmeat. In some way he is sulking. I smile and kneel down to the dog.
"Would you like to join me, Dogmeat? There will be more squirrel." I say. Dogmeat barks and pants happily. I scratch him behind the ears.
We leave the Scrapyard and I am excited to show dad my new friend.